Author: Henry Twells (1823-1900)
At evening, when the sun had set,
the sick, O Lord, around you lay:
in what distress and pain they met,
but in what joy they went away!
2. Once more the evening comes, and we
oppressed with various ills draw near;
and though your form we cannot see,
we know and feel that you are here.
3. O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel —
for some are sick and some are sad,
and some have never loved you well,
and some have lost the love they had.
4. And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
for none are wholly free from sin;
and those who long to serve you best
are conscious most of wrong within.
5. O Saviour Christ, the Son of man,
you have been troubled, tempted, tried;
your kind but searching glance can scan
the very wounds that shame would hide.
6. Your touch has still its ancient power;
no word from you can fruitless fall:
meet with us in this evening hour
and in your mercy heal us all!
Scriptures: Jeremiah 17:14, 1 Kings 8:46, 2 Chronicles 6:36, Ecclesiastes 7:20, Romans 3:23, Psalms 103:3, Isaiah 55:11, Matthew 4:1, Matthew 4:23, Matthew 8:14-17, Matthew 12:15, Matthew 27:36, Mark 1:13, Mark 1:32-34, Mark 14:33, Luke 4:2, Luke 4:40, Luke 22:28, John 11:33, John 11:33-35, John 12:27, John 13:21, Hebrews 2:18, Hebrews 4:15-16, 1 Peter 1:8, Revelation 2:4
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